Chapter 28 #2
I didn’t know if she was agreeing that she was mine or if she was lost in her lust, but it didn’t matter.
Raven was mine, either way. As her pussy fluttered and pulsed around my cock with her release, I spilled into her.
All the pent-up emotion from the last month left my body, and I was lightheaded with ecstasy.
I marked her with every last drop before sliding free and collapsing on the bed.
I pulled her close, a sudden wave of exhaustion crashing over me. The lack of sleep was finally becoming too much. Raven nuzzled her face into my neck, and I breathed in her honey-scented hair.
“Are you tired?” I asked, fighting the sleep that was desperately clawing at me just like Raven had moments before.
“Yeah, but I need to go shower before I can sleep well. I can’t go to bed with your cum dripping down my thighs.” She giggled.
“You totally could, or I could clean you up with my tongue.” I smirked.
“You look like you’re about to crash,” she threw back.
“All right,” I said, propping up on an elbow. “Let’s go shower.”
She pushed me back down. “No, it’s okay. You had a long night last night. I won’t be long.”
I started to protest, but she put a finger to my lips, which I promptly kissed and took into my mouth to suck.
She pulled her hand away and crawled out of bed.
When she disappeared into the ensuite I marveled at how she knew I needed sleep without me telling her.
As sleep pulled me under, I let myself imagine my life like this all the time.
Raven and I doing everyday things together, me having dinner waiting for her when she got home from the office, falling asleep with her in my arms. I let myself dream about that life because I wanted it to be my reality.
Where was I? I swam my way into consciousness, fighting through confusion. I felt like I had been hit by a truck and had slept for days. I couldn’t remember what happened before I went to sleep. Finally, I wrenched one eye open and surveyed the room around me.
I wasn’t in my apartment. This room was adorned in black.
My pulse raced at the unfamiliar surroundings, but then the events of the day came rushing back.
I was at Raven’s, and I’d fallen asleep while she showered.
I glimpsed the clock on the nightstand and realized I had been asleep for a few hours.
The bed was cold around me. I tried to reach my arm out in search of Raven, but I couldn’t move. I whipped my head up. What the fuck?
My wrists were cuffed to the bed. I pulled at the restraints, but they didn’t budge.
I looked at my feet, noting I was still naked, and they were cuffed, too.
In my bleary state, I was disoriented, and panic tugged at me.
I had no idea what was going on and my fight or flight response caused my heart to kick my ribs like it was trying to break free of my chest.
“Raven?” I called, trying to keep my voice even.
The dark room was foreboding and I was alone.
My thoughts traveled to the possibility that she had a stalker.
Had they taken her and tied me up to delay me coming after her?
How the fuck did I manage to sleep through being restrained to a fucking bed?
I pulled at the cuffs as hard as I could, but the wood didn’t give. I tried to roll over and get better leverage, but my feet kept me from moving.
“Fuck!” I yelled out into the empty room.
Fear stabbed through me like a blunt knife. How the fuck did this happen? Raven was right here with me, and someone had taken her. I was right here and couldn’t manage to protect her. Goddammit, I was a fucking idiot.
I kept pulling on the restraints when footsteps sounded out in the apartment.
Were they still here? Maybe I still had a chance to get to her before whoever it was took her away from me.
I tried working my wrist through the cuff, but it was too tight.
My chest was going to burst if I didn’t get the fuck out of there.
Movement in my periphery caught my attention, and I stilled, looking to the door as it slowly swung open.
A hooded figure clad in a long robe stepped over the threshold and I swallowed.
Great, they were back to off me before they left with her.
Too stunned to speak, I followed the person’s movements as they glided to the bed and reached out a gloved hand.
The leather was strange on my skin as they trailed fingertips up my exposed body, from my hip, along my stomach, to my chest. My lungs heaved as I squeezed my eyes shut, recalling Raven’s beautiful face. If I was going to die, I wanted her face to be the last thing I saw.
“Well, well, look what I caught in my snare. A new toy to play with,” a sweet voice giggled.
My eyes shot open and my cock stirred at the voice I had come to crave, an entirely different feeling flooding my body, replacing the fear that filled me before. “Raven?”
“No. You’ll call me queen. Ma’am and mistress are acceptable as well. You’re not the only one who’s multifaceted, my darling.”
Taken aback, my mouth hung agape while I was laid out naked before her. What the hell was going on? Why was Raven dressed like that, and why the fuck had she tied me up? Reality slapped me in the face, and my cock began to swell.
I’d gotten it all wrong. Raven wasn’t a submissive in bed.
I assumed she, like a lot of other strong women, wanted to relinquish control in that vulnerable part of her life, but I couldn’t have been farther from the truth.
Raven might have played sub for me, and I didn’t know her motivation behind that, but my sweet Raven was a domme.
And I was cuffed to her bed, completely at her mercy. Fuck. This wasn’t on my bingo card.